The sun of the sleepless, the one we bark upon at night...
The dawn brings it's regular disease,
Granting us it's incinerating warmness
Dearest phantoms of the night, they're finally released...

Whom does shine this magic light upon?
The ghastly theatre of nature, is it thee?
Whom does mortify this scintillation among the cosmic lawns?
The answers hidden within the very depths of me...

Those crystal lakes of an alien origin
What will they spawn and how will they act...
Entangled in barbed wire is the divine pigeon
What kind of peace will these long-dead spheres bring...

Mythical source of an ancient knowledge
A fountain of repulsion, truthfully the one I've longed for
The legions march across my motherland
The one deep beneath the surface of the earth

In the night, in deepest solitude my spirit is reborn
To fly high above the woods and explore the caverns of the
Underwater lands, reigned by a supreme king with horns
Will I worship him or cease...?

Cease into the space, rise above the mental reign
Afraid the natural and listen to what the looking glass will say...
Unite with my spirit lovers, for the gates are open
And the circle is now complete...